Do I really like bright red lipstick color?
Draco questioned himself.
Does Narcissa keep lipstick in her room? Maybe he can sneak a peek next time.
Xiaolong frantically pressed his thumb against his lips, trying to make them redder.
...
Malfoy Estate
The interior was pitch black, with only a few lights provided by an oil lamp lit in the corner.
The barefoot Voldemort slowly paced around the table.
"Can anyone tell me why things have turned out this way?"
The Death Eaters at the table all lowered their heads in unison, none of them daring to look Voldemort in the eye.
"Not going to say anything?"
"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"
After being struck by the spell, Lucius, with his platinum blonde hair, fell to the ground, howling and rolling in agony.
Voldemort stepped forward, pinned Lucius's hand under his foot, and pressed his sharp wand against the back of Lucius's head.
"Master, Master, Lucius has always been loyal to you, Master!"
Although Narcissa was terrified, she did not hesitate to kneel down beside Lucius and plead with Voldemort for mercy.
Narcissa was terrified and at a loss when she felt Voldemort's gaze, which seemed to weigh her down like a boulder, making it hard for her to breathe.
She didn't dare look Voldemort in the eye, because his disgusting appearance would only intensify Narcissa's nausea.
She gritted her teeth and kowtowed to Voldemort.
"Loyal to me?"
Voldemort laughed miserably, then turned and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Lucius.
The bone spike wand appeared even sharper in his hand, sending chills down the spines of all the Death Eaters present.
After Peter Pettigrew died, Voldemort took his wand.
If Peter knew, he would probably be very pleased, right?
Even in death, he could still contribute to his master, making him a true "model" Death Eater.
“Tell me, Lucius, if you were truly loyal to me, how did my diary end up at Hogwarts?”
"Lord! Lord!"
Lucius's mouth was full of blood, but he still looked up and desperately grabbed Voldemort's foot.
"This is just a smokescreen for me to deceive the outside world, Lord! I am still loyal to you, Lord."
Voldemort's wand seemed to want to plunge straight into Lucius's head, killing him on the spot to vent his rage.
But he held back in the end.
The Death Eaters will need financial support from the Malfoy family for all their future activities.
He has not yet been able to find a replacement for Lucius.
Lucius, who had been kicked aside by Voldemort, was helped up by Narcissa, who crawled over on her knees.
"And... what's the deal with my golden cup?"
Voldemort circled around, wanting a satisfactory explanation.
Seeing that he was about to be hit by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse, Crabbe immediately knelt down.
"Lord, you must believe in our Lord!"
“We did not betray you; it was all Dumbledore and the Muse’s doing.”
He howled, his eyes filled with certainty and resentment.
"Muse has started a course called Eastern Reality, which has been very popular in the magic world in the past two years."
"If I remember correctly, some aspects of Eastern magic are about predicting the future."
"Muse must know something, Master!"
Crabbe kowtowed frantically, his head covered in bruises.
"No wonder, no wonder..."
Voldemort fiddled with his wand, then slowly sat back down in his seat.
He glanced at Lucius Narcissa, who was standing next to the stool, too afraid to go back to her seat, and Crabbe, who was kneeling on the ground.
He knew that his men didn't have that much guts.
However, the fact that his Horcruxes were almost completely destroyed this time did make him extremely angry.
All his previous preparations and efforts were in vain.
Moreover, the destruction of the diary was inextricably linked to Lucius's instigation, no matter what.
He needed an outlet, and the wavering Lucius was the perfect weapon to strike.
“Malfoy, I think you need to atone for what you have done.”
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